'No matter how well her husband treats her, without kids, she'll have no one to care for her in her old age. What's she so proud of?!'
Qin Shanshan believed that in the near future, she too would be in a position to pity and ignore Aunt Chang.
That night, Mrs. Tang clutched the object under her pillow, not falling asleep until the dead of night.
The lights in Qin Shanshan's home also stayed on until the middle of the night.
She was hand-sewing a red undergarment—a special one.
On her windowsill, a set of new lingerie she had bought was laid out to dry.
She had spent a pretty penny on it. The bright red was both festive and seductive. With her fair skin, even she blushed when she looked at herself wearing it.
Qin Shanshan had made all the necessary preparations.
At dawn the next day, Qin Shanshan got up on schedule and headed to the Tang Family's home.
